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Bright Phoebe

Bright Phoebe
Bright Phoebe was my true love's name
As fair a girl as ever was seen
As fair a girl as ever was seen
If you'd travel the wide world over
She and I, we did agree
That married in shortly we would be
As soon as I returned from sea
We would settle that solemn bargain
But before I did return from sea
My lovely damsel they had slain from me
The pride and glory of my heart
In the cold grave lies molderin'
I am forsaken, I am forlorn
I wish to God I'd 'a' never been born
I'd died before the billows' roar
Since fortune have proved uncruel
I will go down to some silent place
Where no other man shall behold my face
I'll spend the remainder of my days
Lamenting for bright Phoebe
traditional Newfoundland
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